Midnight hits, another night shift
Mopping up dreams from the diner floor
The same time every night she carries in those bags underneath her eyes
She's just trying to survive
Handwritten letters every night
Their secrets, under lock and key
She used to knock on heaven's door, But she don't even send those prayers no more
What's the point, he never answered before
The streets are slow she'll have the usual
Burnt toast an ashtray and a pen
The coffee pours all night, she'd pay in blood just to get it right
But not tonight
Handwritten letters every night
Their secrets, under lock and key
She used to knock on heaven's door, But she don't even send those prayers no more
What's the point, he never answered before
But the words come out just as cheap
As the drug store makeup painted on her cheeks
Tell yourself that it's all right, you're someone's savior tonight
In the end, you're just covering up a bruise
Patron saint, of the motel room
Handwritten letters every night
Their secrets, under lock and key
She used to knock on heaven's door, But she don't even send those prayers no more
What's the point, he never answered before